Of course, this was Seth’s business. At most, Noreen would roll her eyes and make a few sarcasticments–nothing more.
It wasn’t her ce to interfere.
Frankly, she couldn’t even be bothered to care.
Right now, her top priority was figuring out how to get another invitation to the Al Summit.
Just as Noreen was fretting over the invitation, her <i>phone </i>buzzed with a call from Dn.
Dn had been swampedtely, and Noreen hadn’t wanted to bother him–not even when money was tight. The idea of asking for his help
never crossed her mind.
She knew a bit about what was going on at Omniva Group.
Truthfully, Dn hadn’te back just to take over thepany; he was here to clean up the mess left behind.
That’s how family businesses went: after enough time, the problems just piled up.
The previous generation hadn’t exactly been ster at the helm, and Omniva Group had been in steady decline for years.
If thepany hadn’t been built on such a solid foundation, it probably would’ve copsed by now.
Since taking over, Dn had been buried in old, festering problems.
So the first thing Noreen asked when she answered the call was, “Are you finally done for the day?”
Dn let out a softugh. “Almost.”
“Things going okay?”
“Yeah.”
It was the simplest conversation, yet for Dn, it felt like a weight had lifted off his shoulders–if only for a moment.
“Are you free right now?” he asked, getting straight to the point.
Noreen said she was.
“Can youe by Omniva Group?”
She was a little surprised, but Dn exined, “I saw your loan
application today and wanted to talk it over with you. If you’re avable, could you stop by now?”
“Sure!” Noreen agreed immediately.
Truth was, it was just a small business loan–nothing that needed Dn’s personal attention.
But he was going out of his way to help her, and she wasn’t about to turn down a gesture of goodwill.
On her way over, Noreen stopped at a nearby florist and picked up a small potted orange tree as a thank–you gift.
Dn had already told his staff she wasing. As soon as she arrived, his assistant greeted her and ushered her into his office to wait.
“Miss Gilmore, if you’d wait just a moment–Mr. Wilder’s in a meeting and should be done in about ten minutes.”
“Of course. This is for Mr. Wilder,” Noreen said, handing over the orange tree. “Maybe you can find a nice ce for it.”
The assistant took the nt, and since it wasn’t anything extravagant, just set it on a windowsill near the door.
A short whileter, Dn emerged from his meeting. The assistant let him know Noreen had arrived–and mentioned her gift.
Dn paused in the hallway. “Where’s the nt?”
The assistant pointed to the window by the office door.
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He picked it up and carried it inside.
When he entered, Noreen was flipping through a finance magazine in the waiting area.
“Hope you haven’t been waiting long,” Dn said, carefully setting the orange tree in the center of his desk before turning to her with a warm
smile.
“Not at all.” Noreen lifted the magazine. “I haven’t even made it past page three.”
“So–how’s your projecting along? Things going smoothly?” Dn asked as he took a seat.
“Pretty well,” Noreen answered honestly.
“The beginning is always the hardest. Just take it one step at a time.”
Noreen grinned. “Right back at you.”
It was clear Dn had done his homework–he already understood the basics of her project, but he still asked a few in–depth questions.
Noreen answered without missing a beat, her dedication obvious.
She even pulled out the first prototype of her product for Dn to try.
He was visibly impressed. “This is just a prototype and it’s already this good? Noreen, <i>you’re </i>onto something big.”
Sheughed. “It’s still in the pre–training phase, so honestly, what you’re seeing now doesn’t even scratch the surface of what the finished product can do.”
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